The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 200 Ch.199 Dream Eater
When Helen Hawkins thought that the snake-like summoned creature was going to make a useless attack and she was ready to fight back - it curled up and showed its forearm-long fangs to the empty space.

She heard a sound like glass breaking.

click.

Very crisp.

Suddenly, her temple, which was supposed to have no sense of pain, felt as if an icy stream from the snow was pouring into it, freezing her whole body.

Dreams...

Bitten to pieces.

A corner of her cave was like a candy bar being bitten by a greedy child, with countless irregular edges and fragments: it was swallowed by the giant white snake in one gulp.

It kept gnawing, causing spider-web-like cracks to quickly spread across this supposedly stable place.

Click, click.

Indulge.

The white snake grew longer and longer, holding Helen Hawkins in the center by its head and tail.

In a few blinks of an eye, she was surrounded by a 'broken' void - black fog rolled, and from time to time there were strange cries of men or women, children or beasts.

The neighing was short and sharp, and occasionally turned into a long and gentle call; it was like soldiers on the frontier missing their families singing together at night, or like a patient vomiting after being fed sewage and wailing.

A variety of sounds and all kinds of strange noises.

It was as if countless swollen, living throats were stacked in the deep void, playing a long song with multiple voices in unison under the direction of the many-headed, multi-bearded creatures in the darkness.

She saw the vast mystery in that depth.

That's the seventh ring, the eighth ring... no...

A tremendous power that no nine-ring or ten-ring ritualist can possess or manipulate!

They rolled and tumbled restlessly, like a naughty boy poking a parrot in a cage with a stick, causing it to bump around and spread out in disorder.

That is the world outside of stable dreams.

It was a chaotic, turbulent, bottomless black sea.

Helen Hawkins's fear came very late, so late that she was too absorbed in the scenery that perhaps others would only see once in their lifetime, and forgot her own situation - or perhaps, she could do nothing in the first place.

Her feet, calves, thighs and waist gradually sank into the rolling debris and black mist, into the deep darkness beyond the dream.

Jindao no longer provides her with shelter, and as a ritualist who sneaks into dreams, she loses her stable foothold.

She was like tinfoil rolled over by an iron roller.

Become flat and neat.

Smooth as a mirror.

She was compressed from a three-dimensional object to a two-dimensional object.

She was carried by the breeze into the broken black fog, and was torn to pieces by countless invisible hands that rushed to grab her.

The candle burped.

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To get to a place higher than the cave, if you don't want to go far, you have to hold on to the protruding rocks with your bare hands, bite them with your feet, and use your arms and thighs to exert force together, and climb up little by little.

This is not difficult for a person who has completed the ritual of "Sword of Judgment".

Roland hid in the cracks of the rocks and in the thin mist, silently watching the ritualists lined up below him.

They were holding oil lamps, looking panicked and cursing.

They seemed to be waiting for each other, and took out the shiny crystals that Roland also had from their pockets and arranged them into a polygonal ritual formation.

"I'm sorry, Roland."
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For what?
"For Helen Hawkins. I didn't expect this to happen. In Su Yue's memory, Helen Hawkins should be a..."

"He should be a very easy-to-talk-to 'character'. It seems that reality and..."
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I'm not happy about that, Wrench. The flames shrank, like a young flame on a dying candle.
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I will not apologize to myself, and you will not apologize to yourself.
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Our lives are connected, we...
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Shouldn't they be one?
"…If you were to use this mouth on Su Yue in another history, you could make her take off her clothes and lie down with just a few words."

Roland: ...
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Anyway, there is nothing to apologize for.
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Besides, haven’t we also got an important secret?

The black-haired young man's windbreaker fluttered, and his long hair hanging behind him gradually merged into a pair of blurry black wings.

In this dangerous and cold rocky place, a pair of golden eyes silently observed the rustling ceremony under their feet.
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prophecy.

"I don't know. Su Yue didn't give me any memory of this."
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Now things are a bit troublesome.
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If 'fantasy' is related to a prophecy...

"I guess the prophecy didn't say anything good, otherwise she wouldn't be so excited."
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If so, I can't 'actively' collect the ring-raising rituals.

The sturdy white scale lay at Roland's feet and yawned.

She raised her head and looked at her father's increasingly worried face, then lowered her head silently and rubbed his ankle with her head.

'Father?'

"I will feel sleepy even if I'm full, little candle." Roland squatted down, looked at her tenderly, and stretched out his hand to her.

Then the python climbed up his arm along his wrist.

It was like shrinking into a narrow, slender glass tube, getting smaller and smaller.

After a few breaths, she returned to her original shape and was wrapped around Roland's wrist again like a white porcelain bracelet.

Roland used his hands to reward her with a hypnotic massage while discussing with Wrench.
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It's not easy to figure out that so-called 'prophecy'.
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What’s more important right now is that I have to find a way to buy the Ring Ascension Ceremony here.

"Hmm...how about being 'Helen Hawkins'?"

"I mean, you can find someone you trust enough to collect some non-Crown God rituals under the guise of a broker—and collect the ones you really want, by the way."
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good idea.
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I can do it myself.

"To be honest, I don't recommend you come to this kind of place again - you just heard what that woman said."

Helen Hawkins is just three rings.

A three-ringed one, with an occult organ, able to access some strange object or 'prophecy' made by a ritualist - and that Mr. Geoffrey Banks.

Anyone could have imagined the danger behind this.

Wrench didn't want Roland to commit suicide before he reached Gaohuan.

Anyway...try not to do it.

"She is 'Dry Bones', but she is not necessarily related to the Ring of Eternal Silence."
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Are there any records of 'prophecy' and 'fantasy' in Miss Nina's memory?
"…No."
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wrench.

"…Well, there is. But it's not what you should be thinking about right now. It's a strange object - as long as the user asks a question, it can answer it..."

"To some extent, this can be considered a 'prophecy'."
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Any questions?
"As long as you pay enough."

"I meant, 'enough'."

Roland was silent for a moment.
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Let’s talk about Helen Hawkins.
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There's an 'Enid' behind her?
"I don't have enough memory to complete this character's background...but at least he's an important person."

"So I don't recommend you to come to King Island again - if the next time, the guard asks: Have you seen Helen Hawkins, have you killed her in some way, or witnessed her death..."

"Kinjima can't lie."

"If you avoid talking about it, what will happen?"

The ceremony that was unfolding not far from his feet was more like the ritualists working together to build a stone wall - or rather, melting this huge mountain into stone water, guiding the liquid to flow and cover the broken and chaotic wounds.

When the ceremony was over, the liquefied stones became rigid like cooled magma, tightly sealing the space torn by the candle.

Just the whole Golden Island...

Just a small piece is missing.

Roland retreated silently and disappeared from the gap between the two huge rocks.
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I agree with you.
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But at least I can use tonight.

"Of course, remember to ask for a little 'gift'."

(End of this chapter)